When Zeng Xiaoqian woke up again, he was already in a car. It seemed to be a pickup truck, and he was lying in the carriage behind it.

Although it was dark inside the carriage, there was a faint light in the crevice. It was estimated by Zeng Xiaoqian that it was almost dawn now and the sky was just beginning to brighten.

He wanted to stand up, but he found himself tied up. The rope that tied him seemed strong. He tried it for a small sum of money, but he didn't break free.

"It's useless. It's a tendon rope. As the name implies, it's specially used for binding...